Chapter 11: snoop

  Chapter 11 Snooping

  The window is blurred, the water mist and the rough glass material make it difficult to see the situation behind, but the man's eyes can clearly see the real scene behind through these blurs.

  It was a boy with a pitchfork in his hand and a cloth bag in his arms, waiting quietly behind the window on the other side.

  The boy stared at the street outside the window, his face was calm, there were many wounds on his body, and the bandage on his head was still bleeding, and the smell of blood came from it.

   After a short look, the old knight understood that the child was obviously subjected to domestic violence, and now he couldn't bear it, and he wanted to fight desperately with the parent who abused him.

   Too common scenarios. He can't help shaking his head.

The vagrancy in his wanted career for more than ten years, as well as the scenes he saw on the northern front in the past, are more tragic than what he sees today, and he has also seen many similar scenes and counter-kills in the factory cities on the western coast. Second-rate.

   This is the epitome of this era, the embodiment of the era he fought with in the past but failed in the end.

  Domestic Violence…

  Children are the future of the empire, how can they be treated like this? Even let them fight alone.

   This kind of desperate effort will fail almost 100% of the time. After all, how can a child beat an adult in terms of violence?

If it was him in the past, he would definitely not even think about it, and he would directly teach the scumbag parent a lesson, then take out his sword, and order the local officials or nobles to reflect on themselves and think about why there is such a thing in their jurisdiction and territory. This kind of thing happens.

  As for this child, he would take it back to the orphanage in the imperial capital, or arrange it into the apprentice camp of his knight order. After all, a child who has the courage to resist adult violence is worth his time to cultivate.

  However, the current self, and the present world...

  The old man shook his head slightly.

  Even if he kills the parent who abused the child, the child will not be able to survive in this frontier port by his own strength, especially if he will bear the notoriety of killing blood relatives.

   And with his current wanted status, it is impossible to bring a child with him, which would hurt the other party even more.

   "Dead game."

  The old knight let out a long sigh. He was going to leave, but he still stayed here.

  He made up his mind to secretly help the other party when the time comes.

  No matter what, he doesn't want to see a child die today... As for the future, let's wait until the future.

  Who knows if there will be any miracle?

But.

   What happened next was obviously beyond the imagination of the old knight.

  As the setting sun fell, a lame man with a gloomy face and a dangling figure returned towards the old house. The boy by the window tightly held the pitchfork and cloth bag in his hand, and then went to the corridor to prepare.

   It's time to start. The old knight thought so. Maybe it's time for him to make a move.

   But that moment did not come.

   "Wh... what?!"

Hiding outside the window, the old knight, who was planning to make a move, was shocked to see the boy of the White People use a sneak attack and sleeping powder to easily bring down the man who was obviously addicted to mushrooms, and then tied him up in the branch with a skill so proficient that he couldn't understand. On the table of the fish, it is tightly tied.

  He thought to himself, even his own craft is not so proficient...Of course he never needs to tie people up, just break the limbs and remove the joints.

  The boy took a drink of water after finishing these things and took a rest.

  The next step is to sharpen the knife.

  Sharpening the knife is a process of making the knife sharper and making people make up their minds. The old knight can know that the boy, who was relieved by solving the man, calmed down again with the action of sharpening the knife.

  He has made up his mind.

  The man woke up, he was struggling constantly, and seemed to want to speak, but because of the sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, no matter what he couldn't say a word.

  The boy just watched all this indifferently, and then opened his mouth, making the other party even more crazy, and even frightened to the point of incontinence, and then cut out the knife neatly.

   "Decisive!"

  Watched the boy attack and killed the man. Until this moment, the old knight couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good seedling!"

  In the past, he would even have been tempted to ask the other party to be his knight apprentice. Such a decisive seedling is hard to find even among military families and frontier nobles. He never expected to find one in this remote port.

  And now... he was a little worried.

  After the murder, has the boy thought about what he should do?

   Killing people with a moment of passion, courage and wisdom can indeed be successful, but it is always difficult to dispose of a corpse, far better than killing a person.

With the boy's physical strength, it is difficult to take the body out of the city and bury it intact, and if you want to cut up the body, you must be careful not to leave too many traces and blood—there are many hunters in Port Harrison, leaving too many traces will be easily noticed.

   Not to mention, there are no adults at home. For a seven or eight-year-old boy, it may not be better than being abused every day.

   "How on earth would you do it?"

  The man stood outside the window, holding his breath, half heavy and half expectant, waiting for the boy's next move.

  Before waiting for the coastal 'abnormality' to appear, such emergencies were enough to stop him from observing.

  However, the scene inside the house surprised the old knight again.

  He opened his eyes wide, and saw that the boy in the room was resting for a period of time, and ignored the corpse that was gradually becoming stiff.

  The boy turned around, took out the stored tinder from the brazier, lit the fire, poured water into the pot, and took out the dried meat and fish...

   Impressively facing the dead man, he started cooking!

  Facing a corpse that had just passed away, he could still cook meat in a pot and grill fish on fire, eating with relish.

  This kind of psychological quality may not be a big deal to a veteran, but to an eight or nine-year-old boy, it is enough to make people look at him.

   "Psyker."

  At this moment, the old knight had already seen the dots of fluorescence in those eyes, and he couldn't help clapping his hands: "This quality..."

  In the boy's eyes, the water-colored pupils were slightly shining with a warm light. It was not the reflection of moonlight, but the radiance from the inside of the soul, which is the most representative characteristic of psykers.

  This quality is beyond the expression of 'excellence'.

Even in aristocratic families whose parents are both psykers, the fetus in the womb has been stimulated with psychic powers since pregnancy. With such superior family conditions, it is not 100% to become psykers when they grow up, and the awakening rate does not exceed 100%. thirty.

In the final analysis, psychic power requires extremely high willpower. Except for the "chosen ones" who have awakened psychic power at birth, all acquired psychic powers have willpower and tenacity above ordinary people. gist.

   "It is not accidental that you can successfully resist and kill your parents who abuse you."

   Staring deeply at the boy in the house, the old knight was very interested in what he would do next.

   It can be seen that after the boy finished his meal and regained his strength for a while, he began to clean up the scene, arrange the corpses, open the windows for ventilation, and diffuse the smell of blood.

   Immediately afterwards, the boy went to the house, touched the face of his young brother, and fed him porridge.

  The old knight heard the boy's murmurs, words that revealed firmness and determination to protect his loved ones.

  —is a good boy. he thought so.

  After setting up his younger brother, the boy with white hair and blue eyes dragged the corpse out, while the old man with gray pupils was wearing a navy blue robe, and the two walked in distinct shadows.

  The knight quietly followed behind the boy following the moonlight.

  Since he was wanted by the empire more than ten years ago and went into exile in anonymity all the way, he has experienced countless attacks and hunts, but it is the first time to track down a child under ten years old.

  (end of this chapter)